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Have men at last arrived at the point of fairly appreciating the Comedie humaine as the most stupendous production of genius since Shakspere wrote his plays? Balzac. No, my dear Lord Byron, they have hardly got that far yet, but I am steadily growing in reputation both in and out of France. It is true that the praise of my coun- trymen is still a little grudging, that they still harp on my style and set Flaubert up against me. But the same thing has happened to my great forerunner, and yours by the way, the good Sir Walter, who is lectured on his style and actually has a young man named Stevenson (who recently came among us) set up against him. But we all have to abide the critics, who are an ephemeral race, and we can afford to do it, if we continue to appeal to the public as I seem to be doing. Lord Byron. You are more fortunate than I am, by Jove ! I've had the critics down on me for a long time, and they tell me I'm losing the public too — that is the English public whose smug primness you have comprehended and I have felt. But what special mark of public favor have you received? [3771 378 The Sewanee Review. Balzac. Why, I am told that there are two rival trans- lations of my entire works being published in England and America, and that one of them is edited with introductions by a distinguished English critic, a Mr. Saintsbury. Do you know anything of him, my Lord? Lord Byron. Well, I rather think I do know the fellow. So he is introducing you to the English public, bless his impudence? He has had a little to say about me, too, re- cently — with considerable impunity now that my satirizing days are over. Balzac. Why. my Lord, I hope he has unearthed no silly scandal about you as that unfortunate American au- thoress did years ago. I haven't forgot the foul taint the report of it gave to the fresh air we breathe here, air as pure and sweet as that of my own Touraine, which on earth al- ways made me quote our common friend Horace — Ille terrarum mihi praeter omnes Angulus ridet — you know the rest. Lord Byron. Oh ! yes ; I knew my Horace quite well once upon a time — in fact was too much enamoured of him,, so the critics say. But to answer your question, I am sorry to inform you that Saintsbury has discovered no new scan- dal about me. I could have stood that as well as George Eliot can the same chap's cheap flings at her private char- acter. No, Professor Saintsbury — he instructs youths now, you know, having instructed adults in all matters from gas- tronomy to Tory politics — not such a far cry by the way — no, Professor Saintsbury has openly brought a charge of a different sort against me that has only b een rumored hitherto. Balzac. What is that, my Lord? Anew charge against you that is not scandalous? It must indeed be remarkable ; though for the matter of that a new scandal would be just as hard to conceive of, considering the malignity of your enemies and the brutality of the Anglo-Saxon philistine. Lord Byron. Well, as I intimated, this is not exactly A Conversation in Hades. 379? a new charge, only it has never been so openly and un- blushingly made before. In short, dear M. de Balzac, Pro- fessor Saintsbury affirms that I am not a great poet, indeed he almost tries to show that I 'm no poet at all. Balzac. Que ces Anglais sont droles ! But surely, my Lord, you must be chaffing me, as you other English say. No man who valued his reputation, no man, pardon my ap- parent vanity, who has the good sense to appreciate me, would think of committing such a folly. Lord Byron. I was never more serious in my life, M. de Balzac, not even when I espoused the cause of Greek independence or when I wrote the verses on my thirty-sixth birthday. Mr. Saintsbury will not allow me a leg to stand on. It gives him a positive pain to read me in connection with any great English poet, like my friend Shelley, for in- stance, who when alive thought that I could write poetry, and thinks so still. Balzac. But, my dear Lord Byron, I am amazed at the man's impudence. What ! the poet that Goethe praised, that the Europe of my day worshipped, to whom I myself paid my humble tribute, whom Europe still admires — this poet is ranked as a mere impostor by a man who finds publishers and readers ! Why, the thing is incredible, be- sides it touches me nearly. Lord Byron. How so, my dear friend? Balzac. Why, you forget. This man is introducing me to the English public? Mon dieu, how is he doing it? Perhaps he is murdering my reputation at this very mo- ment. What can I do to stop him? Oh, my Lord, this is terrible. We don't get books here and I couldn't read his English if we did. Is there no way to get word to my friends on earth to disclaim the translation? Dear me, what shall I do? Lord Byron. Calm yourself, dear M. de Balzac. I really believe he condescends to like you, and he'll certainly do you no harm. Nor will he do me any. It may comfort you to know that I have just heard of two magnificent edi— 380 The Sewanee Review. tions of my works that are to be shortly undertaken — one by a descendant of my old friend John Murray. I'd give a good deal to be able to send him some verses just as I used to send to his ancestor : My dear young John Murray, Pray be in a hurry To get out your great new edition ; If on earth it don't go Just ship it below, And I'll retail it here on commission. Come, my dear M. de Balzac, as Virgil says Majoresque cadunt altis de montibus umbrae. Since we are good and peaceable spirits, it is time for us to retire and leave Mr. Saintsbury to gang his own gait. William Percival.